I spent the weekend by the lake, and these daffodils, so sprightly, as if announcing a bright summer, reminded me of Wordsworth's poem:
"I wandered lonely as a cloud/
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,/
When all at once I saw a crowd,/
A host, of golden daffodils;/
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,/
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze ..."